Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.